Twelfth day of this year’s National Poetry Writing Month. Today’s’ prompt (optional, as always). Poets have been writing
about love and wine, wine and love, since . . . well, since the time of Anacreon, a Greek poet who
was rather partial to that subject matter. Anacreon developed a particular
meter for his tipsy, lovey-dovey verse, but Anacreontics in English generally
do away with meter-based constraints. Anacreontics might be described as a sort
of high-falutin’ drinking song. So today I challenge you to write about
wine-and-love. Of course, you may have no love of wine yourself, in which case
you might try an anti-Anacreontic poem.